I stand outside; bare feet in my sprawling balcony,
A slight chill in the air; under the skies; so starry.
I see neon lights in the distance ever so clearly,
Like urban fireflies that buzz all night drearily.
A porcelain mug in my hand; my only companion; you see?
Its contents comfort me; sugarless Black Coffee.
A stray dog howls somewhere below me,
Vying for attention from a restless; sleepless city.
Solitude comes easily tonight; so surreptitiously,
Black velvet hues in the dark continue to engulf me.
I look into the distance and wonder; ponderously,
The thoughts in my head that I try to comprehend fully.
“Are we only slaves to our jobs and careers; perennially?”
“Does life hold more meaning than what we experience and see?”
Chasing dreams and passions; we often forget; we flee,
From the grave realities of life and the suffering; regularly.
In the continual pursuit of happiness we sprint lightly,
Tripping and falling; rising and dashing relentlessly.
There is more to life than just making; minting money.
Inflating bank balances and egos that in the long run seem funny.
What happened to living in the moment; cursorily?
What happened to appreciating what we have; presently?
Time flies by at the rate of knots; you see.
There’s more to every moment; unhinged and free.
There’s more to us and our lives; beyond the superficiality.
The mug in my hand looks back at me; empty.
The stray dog in the distance naps longingly; breathing heavily,
I see the first hint of a sunrise in the velvet vicinity,
As I table my pondering for another night of pensive activity.